He's a scoundrel, young Brad Pitt, who led me, his elderly colleague, astray more than once.

It's such a relief for me to sit in front of a tape recorder and not be using it to learn my lines.

Writing is a kind of performing art, and I can't sit down to write unless I'm dressed. I don't mean dressed in a suit, but dressed well and comfortably and I have to be shaved and bathed.

A victory? What have we won? We've won a rock in the middle of a wasteland, on the shores of a poisoned sea.

I will not be an ordinary man, because I have a right to be extraordinary.

It is time for me to chuck in the sponge. To retire from films and stage. The heart for it has gone out of me: it won't come back.

Not everyone can become a great artist; but a great artist *can* come from *anywhere*.